"Hey, Scully, some of the VC boys upstairs chipped in and bought
you a Christmas present."

Dana Scully raised her eyes from the report she was reading to watch
Fox Mulder place a bottle of Bordeaux on the desk before her. "Oh,
they shouldn't have," she said caustically. She and most of the guys
in VC had a hate/hate relationship, similar to their relationship with
Mulder, but based on even less respect, since she was a woman and
they were a bunch of pigs. She couldn't believe they had gotten her a
gift, no matter how trite or impersonal. There must be some ulterior
motive for her to uncover, and when she did...she shuddered. The
bottle of red wine did bring back pleasant memories, though, and she
looked Mulder up and down appreciatively, lost in erotic rememberance.
Then a horrific thought occurred to her. "Mulder, you didn't tell them
that I...that we..."

"Calm down, Scully. Your Virgin Queen reputation is still intact."
He was rewarded with a stony glare. Sometimes, he reflected, getting
her all riled up was almost too easy.

"Well, thanks. I think," she grumbled. She studied the label on the
bottle. "Want to crack this open?"

He eyed her warily, glancing at the clock first. "Scully, it's 1:00 in
the afternoon."

"I just want a taste, to see if it's any good. Besides, it's our last day
in the office before Christmas. Let's try to have a little bit of
Christmas spirit." Their single concession to the holiday was a lone
candy cane hanging from the inside doorknob. And it was already
broken into pieces inside the cellophane. Ho ho ho.

"I'll get the coffee mugs," Mulder said casually, hoping he knew
where this was headed. The afternoon certainly was looking up...

A couple of mugs later, and they were both feeling very relaxed and
a little woozy. "Well, I gotta give those assholes upstairs some
credit," Scully said, only slurring her words a little. "They know
their wine."

"Their only redeeming feature," Mulder murmured. His hazel eyes
gleamed at her hungrily as other body parts stirred to attention.
"You know, Scully, this reminds me of that night..."

"Gee, Mulder, what night?" she asked sarcastically. Well, she
thought to herself bemusedly, doesn't alcohol turn me into a total
bitch? Not to mention a horny one...she could barely sit still.
Anyway, he deserved her venom for saying something so banal.

He refused to rise to her bait, however. "Maybe I can refresh
your memory," he said suggestively. His hand slipped under
the desk and began to creep up her thigh, under her skirt.

She was instantly aflame with desire, making the crotch of her
panties wet. It was insanity, the physical effect he had on her.
Sometimes she hated herself for it. "Mulder, we're at work," she
said, proud of herself for keeping her voice steady.

"So?" He leaned in close, and she could smell the wine on his
breath. "I want you, Dana," he whispered. "Right here. Right
now. And I'm going to have you."

She fanned herself with her hand. When had maintenance turned
up the heat in the building? Didn't these people realize they were
in the South? She was sweltering. "Mulder, what about the security
camera?" she whispered back, gesturing with her chin to the camera
nestled in one corner of the ceiling. "What about the possibility that
this office is bugged?"

He pulled back a little, brows knit, considering. It was so annoying
when he knew she was right. Suddenly a light bulb lit up over his
head. "I have an idea," he mouthed. He walked to the corner of the
office, gesturing for her to follow, and stopped right underneath the
security camera, so that he was squeezed into a small niche between
the wall and a file cabinet.

Wobbling a little as she did so, she joined him there. "What are
you doing?"

"Camera doesn't reach this corner," he whispered, pushing her up
against the wall and sliding his hands up her skirt again.

Scully opened her mouth to protest, but all coherent thought left
her as Mulder started biting at her neck like an aroused vampire.
She let out a low moan and clawed at his belt, whipping it out of
the loopholes and tossing it aside. He pulled down her pantyhose
and knelt before her briefly, to impatiently slip the hose off her feet
and throw them to the side, then do the same with her lacy panties.
When he stood back up, Dana undid the button on his pants, slid
down the zipper and pulled out his cock, his delicious, hard, cock,
and stroked it eagerly.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in her ear.

"I want you in me," she hissed. "God, Mulder, now...unh..."
she trailed off as he slowly slipped inside of her, grabbing her
hips and propping her up against the wall firmly, then beginning
to thrust into her with a talent she regretted taking so long to
discover. She tangled her fingers in his hair, and he gasped in
pain as she pulled just a little too hard. They tried to stay quiet,
to keep any noise at all to an absolute minimun, their paranoia in
full force. It was not easy. It became almost a game to them, as
they maintained eye contact, as he continued to thrust deeper
into her, to each be quieter than the other, to not let their escalating
passion get the better of them.

Wanting, needing more of her, Mulder deftly unbuttoned Scully's
blouse and unhooked her bra, then began sucking and teasing at
her breasts, nibbling at the nipples, squeezing her soft flesh between
his palms. Lost in the ecstasy of it all, she let out an almost inhuman
yelp, and panic surfaced in her eyes. "Paper cut," she said loudly,
for the benefit of God-knew-who, complimenting herself on a
smooth recovery.

Mulder's eyes twinkled as he thrust into her, hard, and she bit
down on another cry. "I hate those," he said in normal speaking
tones. "Be...oh God....careful." He leaned into her, pressed
his lips against her ear. "You're driving me nuts, Dana. You
feel so good..." He clutched her buttocks possessively and kissed
her roughly on the lips.

Oh, this is a dangerous game we're playing, Dana thought,
kissing him back, sliding her tongue against his. But two can
certainly play it. She tore her lips away from him, taunting him
with her eyes. "I feel like I'm going to split in two," she
whispered, "but if you stop I'll have to kill you."

He smothered a laugh and began to pump into her faster.
She scratched at his shoulders through the linen of his shirt,
ran her hands over his face, his neck. "Almost there, Mulder,"
she whispered. She closed her eyes and concentrated on nothing
but the feel of his hot breath on her neck, his hands on her breasts,
his throbbing sex filling her completely. "Oh God...oh, God,
I'm coming..." she moaned, in a barely audible voice that
nonetheless nearly drove him over the edge. She buried her
face in his shoulder and held onto him for dear life as she
convulsed around him, muffling her cries with the soft fabric
of his shirt.

He managed to hold out a little bit longer, at least until she was
done shaking, and then he thrusted frantically, beyond all reason,
until he finally emptied himself into her, inadvertently letting out
a deep growl. "Wow, I sure am hungry," he said loudly, covering.

Scully laughed, but stopped abruptly as he involuntarily collapsed
against her, spent, letting almost all of his weight fall on top of her.
"Mulder, get the hell off of me!" she said without thinking, and
her voice was quite a bit louder than a whisper. Her hand flew to
her mouth in dismay.

Mulder lifted himself up and withdrew from her gently, setting
her back on her feet and straightening her blouse. "Sorry, Scully.
I tripped." She glanced at him thankfully, then they turned
their attention to setting themselves to rights.

"I need to visit the ladies' room," Scully murmured.

Mulder wasn't feeling all that comfortable himself at the
moment. "Good idea."

When they had both returned from their respective clean-up
excursions, Mulder nonchalantly pulled a small gift-wrapped
package from his top desk drawer and tossed it over to Scully,
who examined it with surprise.

"I thought we were going to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve,"
she reminded him, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

"We are. This is just a little something I wanted to give you
right now."

Intrigued, she tore off the paper and opened the small box.
Resting inside was a plastic, gold-painted, fake trophy, with
the proclamation "World's Greatest Lover" printed on a sticker
on the plastic pedestal. "No you did not buy this for me,"
Scully said in disbelief. She wasn't sure whether to laugh,
cry, or chuck it into the trash. "Tell me I'm not looking
at what I think I'm looking at."

"Don't you like it? I thought it was cute," he pouted,
pretending to be hurt. He had known she would hate the
trinket, but had taken perverse delight in buying it for her
anyway.

She looked at him, and slowly but surely the sentiment
behind the gift started to penetrate through her initial disgust.
Besides, why should she let him think he'd gotten to her?
"You know, Mulder," she said thoughtfully, studying the
cheap thing, "this is without a doubt the cheesiest, tackiest,
dumbest present anyone has ever given me. And yet, there's
something about it I like." It was also dawning on her that
their quickie against the wall had not been nearly enough to
satisfy her. Not by a longshot. "In fact, I feel that I need to
do something special to live up to this title."

He grinned and headed for their coats hanging on the rack
near the door. "Why don't we go to my place for lunch and
discuss your qualifications?" he suggested.

She smiled seductively, envisioning the depraved things
they would be doing to each other in a short while with
delicious anticipation. "Perfect. Come to think of it, let's
just knock off early today. After all, it is Christmas, and
we've barely begun to celebrate."

They started for the door, when Mulder stopped in his tracks.
"Uh, Scully?"

"What is it, Mulder?" she said impatiently. When something
got in the way of her getting some, she tended to get crabby.

He smiled at her eagerness and gestured toward her desk.
"Don't forget the wine."

End.